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3 My plaid it is broad, it has colours anew,

Goodman, for your kindness, I’d leave it with you,

I have got a warm cordial keeps the cold from me,

The blithe blinks of love from your daughters eye.

My flocks they are thin, and my lodgings but bare,

And you that has meikle the more you can spare,

Some of your spare pennies with me you will share,

And you winna send your lassie o’er the hills bare.

He went to his daughter to give her advice,

Said, if you go with him I’m sure you’re not wise,

He’s a rude Highland fellow, as poor as a crow,

He’s of the clan of Caithness for ought that I know.

But if you go with him. I’m sure you’ll go bare,

You’ll have nothing father or mother can spare,

Of all I possess I’ll deprive you for aye,

If o’er the hills, lassie, you go away.

It’s father, keep what you are not willing to give,

For fain would I go with him, as sure as I live;

What signifies gold or treasure to me,

If the Highland hills is between my love and me.

Now she is gone with him in spite of them a’,

Away to a place that her eyes never saw,

He had no steed for to carry her on,

But still he said, lassie, think not the road long.

In a warm summer’s evening they came to a glen,

Being wearied with travel the lassie sat down;